and there I stood, under that white sky,

Looking through pools of grey and blue

With the rain washing the words from my mouth

And water filling my cupped hands

And the wind shaping me new.

And there I stand, under that dark sky,

Gazing at the silver shot through the blue

With the night washing the wounds from my heart

With stardust coating my face

And the wind shaping me new.

And there will I stand, under that pale sky,

Watching the day rise up into the blue

With the dawn washing yesterdays out of my mind

Holding the sunlight in my hands

And the wind shaping me new.